Taylor Somma Vesuviana Brothel ❤️

About Florence

“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

La Dea Bendata bacia la Campania: ecco le città più fortunate

brothel today. Yes, a house of dating, a house of tolerance, a bit Sabato e Domenica, 22 e 23 marzo a Somma Vesuviana: Il 20 Mac.

But then, I see this cute dog. A little golden retriever, just chillin’. I’m like, “Aww, hey there, buddy!” And he runs over, tail waggin’ like crazy. I forget all about the music. Dogs just have that magic, ya know?

Villa Where Emperor Augustus Passed Away Unearthed at Somma Vesuviana